Dreams

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a little piece on sleeping and dreaming, the best of the escapes we have.

Submitted: September 15, 2019

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I had a series of dreams last night that kept assaulting my mind as though I was in a movie theatre and hundreds of scenes were playing in front of me. None of them were complete stories, but just scenes, snippets, and feelings. My mind was restless, so I guess in order to occupy the time before I was to get up, it just generated scenes and feelings. That is the one thing about my dreams that is the most interesting to me. They always carry with them the strongest emotions. They are never just moving pictures as though I was watching something unfold behind a plate glass window. They are vivid, involving, and always carry with them the emotional power of being there. I wonder if it is the same for everyone or if my mind is just on overdrive sometimes. 

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. I think that dreams are the window to the mind. Creative people, I’ll bet, have the most active minds during the rest period. Since I am semi-creative, coming up with ideas on a non-regular basis, I’ll refer to myself as that…semi-creative. It is like the mind is churning butter and the thoughts, dreams, and feelings are the result. We know so much about so many things and relatively nothing about the human mind. Psychiatrists think they know, but they don’t. Neither do psychoanalysts or psychologists. It’s all guesswork, interpretation, and speculation. Each person’s mind is their own and no matter how much they dig, pry, question, and believe that they understand, they simply don’t. They may know the basics of thought, but they will never understand the true motivation of anyone because people are never going to tell the truth about themselves. The best that the professionals can do is give them a way out, some excuse to make them feel better, that’s all. 

What we are left with are dreams. The unfiltered look at someone’s mind. Thankfully, we do not remember most of our dreams. We might not like what we find out about ourselves, but they are there nonetheless entertaining us, scaring us, haunting us. They lurk in the back of our minds waiting for the walls of consciousness to dissipate for just a few hours so that they can move to the forefront of our mind and play with our emotions like a little kid with a gamer’s joy stick, giggling as he presses the buttons of our brain in mad scientist fashion, laughing the entire time. BWAHAAAAA! “Let’s see what we can conjure up for his sleep now….”

When the morning comes, sometimes you are left tired from all of the mind gymnastics your brain was engaged in. Sometimes, you wake with a pleasant smile on your face as wonderful memories of the past were brought to the front of the line. Seeing a long lost relative, a missed pet who passed on. Sometimes, you simply do not remember anything other than you did dream. The minions were at work inside your head, as they always are, doing what they do. So, go ahead, lay your head on your pillow, relax, sleep, for soon enough you will be in dreamland.


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